At this moment, some spicy scenes flashed through Caleb's mind, as uncontrollable memories flooded in. His gaze darkened, "Are you taking a shower in the master bathroom?"
Xaviera Evans smiled at him, flirtatiously brushing her hair, "Why not? I used to shower here all the time, didn't I? Sometimes you even held me as we showered together! Caleb... can you help me grab some clothes?"
Caleb's forehead beaded with sweat, his burning gaze fixed on her fair collarbone. The bath towel could not fully cover her chest, allowing a glimpse of her snowy skin, "I'll have Steve Price get it..."
"Are you my husband or is Steve Price?! You always let him do everything! Are you going to let him bring it in too? Can't you help me get something for once?"
Her voice, almost pleading and melodiously soft, tugged at his heartstrings. Caleb felt as if his bones were going soft, and he could hardly stand, "I... I'll go?"
"Yes, go to my room and get me any clothes you find."
